A high heat pushed roadway

lines sideways. Crowds trample the

streets as they pull themselves toward

a destination within a sea of shoulders

and elbows.


Fire escapes spread waffle slanted

shadows onto faded bricks. A radio pushes

static into an alley where a man sleeps

near dented garbage cans releasing the aroma

of yesterday.


Young men with rolled up sleeves, bright

buckles, black pocket combs, pressed

jeans and slicked back hair protect their



Vendors own the flavor. Newspapers

offer an opinion and buses hog the road.


The day is long with story.


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